The Outer Pocket
March twelfth. The bag fell the way bags fall when you're not thinking about them, straight onto the bench, side first, outer pocket open. I was already looking somewhere else. Th…
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The Trail Didn't Care That We Were Tired
March first. We were both already tired when we got on the bus. That should have been the signal. Instead it was just the starting condition, and we went anyway, and the trail did…
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The Sparkling Water Was Free
February eighteenth. The bouldering gym did a thing for Valentine's weekend. A mixer, the sign said, and I want to be clear that neither Simone nor I read the word 'mixer' before…
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The Pen Was Already Out
February seventh. There was a sign-up sheet on the counter. Hand-lettered, slightly crooked, the kind that gets made on a Tuesday when someone has good intentions and a marker. I…
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What Seeing Gives Back
January twenty-seventh. The bag fell open when Simone set it down. That's all. The outer pocket, the strap catching wrong, and there it was, something knotted, something finished,…
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The Collar Investigation
January sixteenth. There is a particular kind of moment that happens in a locker area before a Tuesday session. Not a big moment. The kind where someone is inspecting something ve…
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The Three-Day Sentence
January fifth. The Tuesday session ended the way they always end, shoes swapped, chalk dusted off hands, a few minutes on the bench where neither of us is quite ready to reenter t…
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Thirty-Seven Seconds
December twenty-fifth. Christmas morning. I had been up for maybe forty minutes, had made coffee, had stood at the window for a while looking at the street in that particular wint…
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Seen in the Background
December fourteenth. The print sale at the framing shop ended weeks ago. I know this because Simone's Halloween photograph, the one she texted me, orange light, paper skeleton in…
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Two Hours and a Collapsed Bowl
December third. I want to tell you that I had a plan. I did not have a plan. Three Tuesdays ago I walked past the community center board on my way out of the climbing gym and ther…
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